Rebecca And John Pt 05

Author's note:

This is the fifth chapter in the story of Rebecca and her father John, in which Rebecca and Janie have a sleepover, and she crosses another line with her dad.

I strongly recommend reading the first four chapters before this.

The warning still applies that this story is very heavy on daddy-daughter and female orgasm denial stuff, and that it's a slow burn with heavy romance elements. This time, there's some consensual clit torture in there too (there was a tiny bit of that in the last chapter as well, but not enough for me to bother you with a warning).

Don't blame me; it's not my fault that my characters are complete perverts!

I know it took me a little longer than usual to write this part, but it couldn't really be helped. I ended up having to rewrite the second half twice before it worked for me.

I'd like to thank you all once again for reading my scribblings - I'm so gratified that you're still with me.

Enjoy!

Friday Evening

The autumn darkness had just about fallen outside the house, and the brisk wind drove the pattering rain against the windows as Rebecca and Janie came downstairs for dinner. There was a delicious smell of home cooking on the air that made their mouths water.

"Ladies," John greeted them as he was laying out forks and knives by the plates. He and Rebecca often ate at the little table in the kitchen, but it was a bit on the small side when seating more than two, so they usually used the bigger one in the living room whenever they had guests over.

He was relieved - well, mostly relieved, if admittedly also ever-so-slightly disappointed - to see that the girls had put on a good deal more clothes than they'd been wearing when he last saw them a few minutes ago, although Rebecca's skirt and Janie's shorts both left plenty of skin visible on their smooth, shapely legs, Janie's pale complexion contrasting markedly with Rebecca's slight but perpetual tan; a trait which she'd inherited from him.

Not wanting any stray erections to complicate things right now, he tried to suppress the memory of the two practically naked teenage girls for the moment, although it wasn't easy - his daughter was just plain gorgeous, like a curvy young goddess, but there was no denying that Janie's lean and toned athlete's body was also a beautiful sight, standing there looking flushed and flustered with her blonde bob cut, her small perky breasts and slightly pink-tinged bald pussy on full display.

Realizing that he'd not exactly succeeded in refraining from thinking of what the girls looked like undressed, he forced himself to focus on the task at hand before his dick got any stupid ideas and made a unilateral decision to mobilize.

"Have a seat, it'll just be a couple of minutes," he said as he returned to the kitchen to see if the food was done.

Rebecca noticed that Janie seemed to be looking at her father a little differently. More thoughtfully, somehow. As he disappeared through the door, she looked back at her and flashed her a split-second knowing smile, as if to say

nawt bad, girlfriend.

Rebecca blushed and looked down for a moment. When she looked up again as her father came back in, Janie looked no different than always, and she wondered if she'd just been imagining it.

"It just needs a little more time," John said, "sorry about the delay."

"No problem," Janie smiled, "we'll prolly survive fer a few more minnits."

"What do you want to drink?" John asked. "We've got three different kinds of soda, there's milk and bottled water in the fridge - "

"Haow 'bout a beer?" Janie asked with a hopeful smile.

He thought about that for a moment.

"Seein' as haow ya'v jest seen me bare-ass naked, I thought mebbe ya could at least buy me a drink aft'w'rds," she joked. "Ya know, jest so I don' feel all cheap an' stuff."

"Well, if such a simple gesture can save a lady's self-esteem, I can hardly refuse," he laughed. "Besides, it's not as if I'd expect Joe to have any complaints."

"Only if ya

didn't

offer me one," she quipped, grinning.

"Becca?" he asked.

"A beer would be nice, dad," she nodded, smiling.

He went into the kitchen again and came back with three cold ones, the bottles clinking softly against each other as he held them in one hand.

"I assume you won't need glasses for those," he said as he passed two of them to the girls.

"I heerd 'baout them

glass

thangs they's got 'n them beeg cities," Janie said slowly, deliberately exaggerating her drawl even more than usual and furrowing her brows in mock puzzlement, "but I'll be damned if I know whut'n the hell them's fow."

"I'll take that as a no," John laughed as he twisted the cap off his own bottle. "Cheers."

They just had time to take a swig, Janie smacking her lips appreciatively after the first taste, before the timer beeped in the kitchen.

"I'll get it," Rebecca offered and got up without waiting for a reply.

"Daddy's girl," Janie murmured with a smile, making John chuckle. Rebecca couldn't help smiling either.

*****

Dinner was, as always, delicious.

Janie in particular praised John's cooking to the clouds, helped by the fact that her home was woefully low on cooking skills. Her dad threw a mean barbecue, and her younger big brother had a simple but passable recipe for spaghetti with meatballs that he'd learned from an ex-girlfriend, but that was pretty much it - Janie herself often joked that she knew how to peel a banana, but would probably fuck up anything consisting of more than one ingredient - and during the cold months, her family subsided mostly on takeout and TV dinners.

The three of them were feeling pretty relaxed, their bellies full and halfway through their second beer when Rebecca started clearing the table.

"Ya gotta tell me haow ya managed ta tame 'er like that," Janie said to John with an impressed note in her voice, casting a sidelong glance at her friend. "I'd like ta try it aout on mah bruthers if ya kin gimme sum pointers. Or, if that dodn't work, mebbe I kin borrow 'er from time ta time."

"Not happening," Rebecca commented brightly over her shoulder on her way to the kitchen.

John chuckled at that, but didn't answer immediately.

"She's just a good girl," he said at length, looking lovingly at his daughter. Rebecca's cheeks flushed ever so slightly and she smiled, but she didn't say anything.

"Damn. That's two strikes fer mah bruthers, then," Janie said disappointedly, taking another swig from her beer before putting it down and getting up to help her friend. Rebecca and John both looked at her, a little surprised - she didn't usually do housework, at home or elsewhere.

"Whut?" she asked, shrugging. "I may nawt be good, but last time I check'd, I

wuz

a girl." She furrowed her brows and paused, pulling out the front of her shorts and looking down at her crotch for a second before nodding in confirmation and letting the waistband snap back into place. "Only one way ta find aout if that's enough."

John didn't see any indication that the slender blonde had been wearing panties underneath her shorts, but he tried to ignore that observation, chuckling and getting to his feet too, leaving his half-finished beer on the table.

"It's 2025," he sighed when they both looked at him questioningly. "It'd be hideously backwards of me to leave the cleaning to the womenfolk, wouldn't it?"

"A gen'l'man as well as a hunk," Janie murmured to herself. "Ya sure ya don' wanna marry me?" she asked him. "Naow, I may nawt be worth much 'raound the haouse, but ya seem ta have that cover'd anyways, and I'm a tot'l wildcat 'tween the sheets - "

"Still not in the market for a step mom," Rebecca called out from the kitchen.

"Sorry," John said to Janie, shrugging apologetically. "You heard the lady of the house."

"Mebbe we could com' up with sum sorta timeshare..." she began, undeterred, heading for the kitchen with her hands full of dirty dishes to discuss her very reasonable proposal with Rebecca.

*****

"So, are you girls up for a movie?" John asked as they stood in the kitchen after they were done cleaning up after dinner. "You know, unless you'd rather hang out without the old man cramping your style," he added with a grin.

Rebecca looked at Janie, obviously positive about the idea.

"Sure thang," Janie said with a smile. "Jest as lawng as it's light on the mushy stuff," she added, unwittingly paraphrasing Rebecca's comment from a few days earlier. Janie's taste in movies, like his daughter's, bore the distinct hallmarks of having grown up with only men around.

"No worries," John laughed, "I'll pick out something suitably manly."

"I'll make the popcorn," Rebecca offered, heading for the kitchen.

"And I'll jest hang aout, lookin' gorgeous," Janie added helpfully, feeling she had to contribute with something too.

A few minutes later, they gathered in front of the TV. John was on the couch and the two girls took their customary position on the floor in front of him, lying on their stomachs alongside each other, Rebecca on the left and Janie on her right, legs bending at the knees, toes in the air.

The movie was pretty dumb, a mid-budget action flick about... something. John would have problems recalling most of the details afterwards except for a few vague flashes of fireball explosions, improbable car crashes that always sent vehicles flying through the air, and an enormous pseudo-Russian guy having a fistfight perfectly undeterred by the fact that he had a knife stuck through his oversized bicep at the time.

He remembered the opening - your basic 'retired special forces guy enjoys the quiet life when his wife and daughter gets kidnapped' thing - but then Rebecca reached back to scratch idly at her thigh, spreading her legs a little in the process. And when she pulled her hand back, she accidentally - or maybe deliberately - managed to pull her skirt up a bit, revealing that she was still wearing those extremely naughty string panties underneath.

They didn't seem to have any panels at all and didn't really cover much of anything, framing her pretty pussy rather than hiding it. There was a tell-tale glistening around her entrance.

She didn't close her legs again. In fact, every time she squirmed around to adjust her position, she managed to open her thighs just a little bit more, and the skirt stayed hiked halfway up over the roundness of her bubble butt. John felt his cock slowly harden at the sight, and he was suddenly glad he was sitting down, and even more glad that he was out of their field of view.

Rebecca and Janie continually exchanged comments about the movie and occasionally threw popcorn or poked or pushed at each other as they always seemed to do.

After one such push from his daughter, Janie moved her right leg out to get leverage to push back, and her very loose shorts ended up falling so that they provided him with a look beyond them. His breath caught in his throat for a second as his earlier suspicion about her lack of underwear was confirmed. There were no panties to be seen there, just a clear, unobstructed view of the pinkish-white slit between her toned thighs.

He had absolutely no recollection of what happened on the screen beyond that point. He tried, but his eyes kept getting drawn back to the two teenage girls lying before him, legs spread, their cute pussies on display.

Once, he almost managed to tear his eyes away to look at the screen instead, but then Rebecca reached back and, under the guise of having to straighten her skirt, let her middle finger slide slowly along her entrance before slipping it into herself for a short visit, her hips twitching slightly. Then she pulled her hand back, and he noticed that she surreptitiously licked it clean afterwards, pretending to do it because of the salt from the popcorn.

His daughter was

so

doing this on purpose.

Bad girl,

he thought, smiling to himself.

He was pretty sure that Janie's display was unintentional, though, and he felt a little bad about looking at her like this, so he tried not to.

But then his eyes were drawn by a subtle movement between her legs which suddenly seemed to make that idea much less likely. She had squeezed her right arm in under her stomach, her hand into her shorts, and her slender fingers were unmistakably rubbing her clit gently, in slow, circling movements.

Sure, she could just be trying to have a little discreet fun while watching the movie, but she could easily have done that without spreading her legs that much, and there was nothing even remotely sexy about what happened on the screen right then, so he got the distinct impression that the slender blonde was touching herself for his benefit.

Oh, god,

he thought, suddenly feeling a little lightheaded. Not only did he have two gorgeous teenage girls lying in front of him, legs wide, but they both seemed to be putting on a show for him. It was starting to feel like the beginning of a porn scene, and although he couldn't let it go that far, he wasn't able to stop himself from visualizing how the rest of that imaginary scene would have played out.

The insistent mental image of the two horny girls taking turns to ride him, legs spread, breasts bouncing, didn't help at all, and he had to do a little stealthy rearranging to keep his dick from making a tent in his pants.

By the time the movie was nearing its end, Janie was still touching herself, and her hips were subtly rocking against the movements of her fingers between her legs, the muscles in her thighs slightly but visibly tensing in a slow rhythm. And Rebecca had started playing with her clit too - although he noted with amusement that his daughter seemed to do it very gently, and only intermittently, taking frequent breaks, probably to keep herself from going over the edge.

At one point, he could see her pussy clenching needily just after she pulled hand away, her fingers and legs trembling slightly as if she had to force herself not to keep touching - a close call, he guessed. He suppressed a chuckle. Even when she was misbehaving, his daughter was still a good girl.

Looking at the girls' faces - what he could see of them from this angle - and their demeanor, you'd think that nothing was out of the ordinary. They kept up their commentary just fine. He wondered if each of them even knew what the other was doing. It didn't seem like it.

His cock was rock-hard and leaking precum when the credits finally rolled. He realized that he'd better stay sitting, or his raging erection would be painfully obvious in his loose slacks.

"Bedtime, ladies?" he asked with a smile as the girls got up off the floor, Rebecca discreetly letting her skirt down before both of them rose to their hands and knees to stand up, providing him with a final view of their pretty bottoms - his daughter's full, rounded bubble butt and Janie's firm and slender athlete's ass, as well as another quick flash of Janie's slit, now turning an aroused reddish-pink and glistening with her own juices.

"Yeah, I think so," Rebecca commented, sounding like nothing was out of the ordinary, but her cheeks were a little flushed. Janie just nodded in mute agreement, her own flushed cheeks even more visible against her pale skin.

"Then goodnight to you, girls," he said. "I think I'll stay upright for a little while yet," he added with a completely unintentional double entendre, inwardly punching himself for putting it like that but narrowly managing to prevent any reaction from manifesting on his face.

"Goodnight, daddy," Rebecca smiled warmly and came over to give him a kiss on the mouth. With her back to Janie, she risked parting her lips a little to let her tongue twirl around his once, which didn't help his erection one bit. She shot him a saucy smile and bit her lip as she withdrew.

"G'night, Mr. Fairchild," Janie said and leaned over to plant a somewhat protracted peck on his forehead, giving him a - probably deliberate - look down the loose neck of her shirt, and revealing that she was still wearing the very naughty shelf bra he'd seen on her in his daughter's room earlier. Her pale pink nipples were standing out straight from her small and perky breasts, and he quickly suppressed the urge to reach up and pinch them.

Both girls giggled and waved at him before retreating out into the hallway to go upstairs.

As soon as John was completely sure they were out of earshot, he slumped back into his seat, letting out a long incredulous sigh. "Fuck," he added quietly but emphatically to himself, running his hands through his hair.

Someone had once told him that he was lucky to have a daughter, based on some bullshit notion that boys were supposed to be much harder to handle. John couldn't remember his name - some overly conservative and annoyingly religious loudmouth at his old job - but the guy had obviously not had any experience with either of the two girls upstairs.

He would definitely need another cold shower - or, better yet, a brisk swim dodging icebergs off the coast of Greenland - before the night was over.

*****

After they brushed their teeth and got ready for bed, Rebecca retired to her room with Janie. She felt so excited after putting on a show for her daddy while watching that movie. Or, well, at least pretending to watch it - she honestly didn't remember much of it. She was so wet it had felt like everything was sliding around frictionlessly between her legs every time she took a step up the stairs, but luckily, she had to pee, which gave her a good excuse for performing some discreet damage control on her drooling pussy.

She hadn't planned to expose herself like that during the movie, she'd just sort of impulsively made it up as she went along. She'd even played with herself a little while he watched - she couldn't wait to see what her punishment would be for masturbating without asking for his permission - and Janie had been right there beside her, and none the wiser!

Not for the first time today, Rebecca felt wonderfully depraved.

Her daddy had laid out a spare mattress on the floor beside her bed for Janie, including covers and a pillow, but she knew they wouldn't be going to sleep just yet.

As they'd always done at their sleepovers, they both stripped down to their underwear - the same they'd worn before dinner, which meant that they were both wearing shelf bras and Janie was still going bottomless. Rebecca glanced at her friend and raised an amused eyebrow.

"Are you planning to put on some panties?" she offhandedly asked Janie.

Janie looked down, as if just noticing that she was naked apart from the very revealing bra.

"Nah, plenty comf't'ble like this," her friend said casually. "'Sides, it's not like

yer

wearing much daown there either," she pointed out, nodding at the very revealing pair her friend was wearing. "I kin take off the bra, though?" she offered with a mischievous grin.

Rebecca felt very much in the mood for naughty right then, so in reply, she just smiled and shimmied out of her own panties in response, before reaching back to unclasp her bra. Janie grinned and did the same.

Rebecca slumped down on the bed, stretching languidly as Janie apparently had an acute attack of narcissism, scrutinizing her own naked body in the full-length mirror with a critical eye.

"Oh my god," Rebecca gasped, sitting up and forcing a suitably horrified expression onto her face as she looked and pointed at some imaginary point on the back of her friend's toned body. "I... I think I can see some

fat

on you," she whispered teasingly, pronouncing the word with as much disgust as she could manage. "There's got to be at least half an ounce back there. I don't know how you can stand yourself."